A few things would have qualified; but after yesterday the only thing that made sense was me getting back to work on my book.
I got my chores under control, I allowed myself a little lie-in because I woke up kinda tired, and then I sat down about an hour ago. Just under a thousand words later I'm having a lunch break, boiling up some eggs, and just did a read-through. Few tweaks made, but overall I was so pleased with it. It feels so good to have a flow again. When it's forced, it reads forced. If the author isn't feeling it; how can the reader? How can you expect them to choke on the fumes and feel the heat of the fire if you just go 'it was hot.'
Words have to be more powerful because you don't have the visual aids a movie or television show have. A reader doesn't know what they see or feel unless you describe it. Is it simply cold, or is it icy, biting cold that catches in your throat and stings your cheekbones and reddens your nose?
It's my first attempt at such a large feat, but I'm awfully glad I pushed myself to get back on the saddle today.
What have you guys been putting off?
Take a deep breath and, if you can, rip off the proverbial band aid. Today is never too late to start again, and tomorrow you might wish you'd started today.
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